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[ All this time, building to this single moment, it seems. Fighting and bleeding and going mad, shoring up the broken pieces together again, they've grown stronger. Together.

Now, they have this. That building tension that twines tighter and tighter before it becomes too much. That sweet pressure and friction and the sound of Taylor begging undoes him, and with another few swift, sure thrusts, he buries himself deep. Lets that thread snap, spilling inside of him with a deep, guttural moan.

Finally, his eyes roll shut, those tremors pulsing through him. It has never been like this. This? This is perfection. This is how it should be. ]

[ There's not one word that feels like permission since he doesn't need to ask for it- but he holds out. Holds on, fingers curled in Locus' hair and around his shoulder to watch the orgasm roll on through- to burn this in his memory in case-

Just in case.

Delta records and York lets his body feel the full force of Locus around him, in him. Holding and claiming and owning between one thrust and the next. Back bowed, Taylor mashes his forehead against Locus' throat and whimpers when he grinds backward, clenching hard around Locus' spent cock twitching deliciously deep, the skid of palm and rumbling of breath dragging him over the edge before that first spill of heat really sinks in. ]

[ It sinks in by degrees. Sticky and warm, the cool of the sheets and the warm pressure of York on top of him. Around him. The thudding of his pulse in his chest, his throat, his ears as it all starts to fade back in, and he starts to remember where they are.

This is real. This is theirs.

With another low, pleased noise he lowers his head to rest atop of York's, breathing in the scent of his hair and just...letting it pass over him. Drinking it all in. ]

[ He couldn't move even if he wanted to. Breathless, boneless, brainless, his whole world scraped down to instinct and sensation. Warmth in and under him and he burrows as close as he can without moving much at all, fingers smoothing idly back and forth across Locus' skin. Coherent thought will take a moment for now?

Locus has him. They're safe, they're tangled up tight, and nothing else in the world matters compared to just...touching him. Holding him a little longer. ]

[ Slowly, his hands move. The smear of come comes off across his thigh before that hand settles on Taylor's back. The other? Comes up to tentatively sweep through his hair.

Staying after. That's something of a new concept, too. No immediate fleeing, no sense of cold and shame. Taylor got what he wanted, and he stays, snuggling in even closer.

Locus's eyes fall shut again, for just a moment. Content. ]

[ After his breathing steadies into something that'll hold words instead of scraping them out of whatever corners of him still had thoughts to share York wobbily shifts to tangle their legs together, hands still dragging along as much skin as he's allowed. ]

You are... [ That same thought from earlier, that same sense of knowing without being able to articulate a damn thing. ]

A lot to take in. I know.

[ There's some wry humor there, safe to share here, knowing that when all else fails, and things threaten to become too heavy to carry? Taylor prefers humor.

He knows this about him. This and now so much more than that. ]

[ It startles a snort of tired laughter out of him that kicks into a bright laug, muffled in Locus' shoulder. ]

Did you just- you did. Jackass! [ Now he has to roll up on one elbow to peer down into Locus' face, smile too wide and eyes too bright for the insult to have any bite. ] Here I am trying to have a moment-

I'm not stopping you.

[ The words are still thick, still a little rough around the edges. His breath still comes deep, though slowing with time. With a faint smile, his fingers trace the edge of York's face. ]

That was...unlike anything I've known.

I'm actually kinda proud. [ More than a little for- well. The joke, for all of it. He's still hazy and drifting in the afterglow but saying something seems important. He knows it is. ] Very me. I must be rubbing off on you.

[ There is, despite his best interest, a pointed grind of their hips together, oversensitive and softening cock dragging through the mess e'd left between them. ]

I was gonna say 'magnificent'.

Agreed.

[ A moment more and he leans up, beckoning him down for another kiss. Slow, unhurried, as they'd started this morning. When he draws away?

Those eyes, as ever, hide nothing at all. ]

Worth waiting for.

[ He leans in easy as breathing; now that he's on the same page as Locus? Reading what he wants is simple. Giving it over? Simpler still.

Taylor's eyes go warm and soft as he combs Locus' hair back, grin going not...dim. But folding in to something smaller. Sweeter. More honest. ]

Sorry it took me so long to get with the program.

Do not apologize.

[ Locus shakes his head slowly, those fingers stroking again along his cheek. ]

I know making this choice was difficult for you. As it was for me.

You've got more to lose. [ More reason to be wary, but in he's jumped with both feet, maybe without looking at what's under the water.

His shit had been...faulty logic and cowardice. But now that he's got this? He's not letting go. Not for anything. Taylor leans down to brush their lips together slow and sweet, cheek tipping into Locus' hand. ] I meant it though.

As did I.

[ With another soft sound he lingers here, taking in that silent promise between the two of them before patting his side lightly. ]

Come. We should clean up. Food should likely be in order.

Right, waffles.

[ He'd promised and he means to deliver, even if peeling away is a little uncomfortable. ]

[ He keeps his eye on his movements, to see if he requires assistance. After a time, he moves after him anyway, aware of his own aches even as he slips from the bed to follow.

It's a good ache. He'll happily carry this with him. ]

[ There's a twinge as he rolls off and pulls away from Locus entirely- like he expected? He's going to be feeling this for awhile. Even getting to his feet is gonna take a moment, legs still a little shaky.

He levers himself up and curls his fingers around Locus' wrist, tugging him in the direction of the bathroom. Regular quarters? Use sonics. This house? Has a goddamn hottub. ]

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